OliverI walked out of the clinic with a long sigh, my fingers moving to massage my temple."Thank God," I thought, relief flooding me when I remembered Doctor Raymond’s words saying she was fine, though still weak, yes, but recovering.Still, the image of her would not leave my mind. God, I still couldn’t believe a man could do that to a woman. The cruelty… it made my chest tighten with anger. I didn’t know the full details of her relationship with that man, but from the way she was broken and humiliated, I was sure he was her husband.My jaw clenched as the memory forced itself back into my head.Two days ago.I went to Crescent Hill Estate, one of the estates I bought years ago but never had the time to visit because of my overloaded schedule. That morning, I decided to go alone. No guards, no driver. Just me.You know, sometimes I liked it that way, moving around without drawing unnecessary attention. Since most people didn’t recognize me, it made slipping through the world a litt
AliyahWe began to eat in silence, the sound of silver cutlery against fine china filling the vast room. Every bite melted on my tongue; it was the kind of food I had only seen in magazines. Still, I couldn’t taste much. My mind was too loud, too full.Halfway through, I set my fork down. “Thank you,” I said softly.Oliver glanced at me, his brows slightly raised. “For what?”“For… everything,” I replied, my voice trembling. “For saving me. For not leaving me there like the others did. For…” I trailed off, blinking back the sting in my eyes.A faint smile tugged at his lips. “It’s nothing.”But to me, it was everything.I studied his face for a moment, the strength in his jaw, the calm in his eyes, the way his presence filled the room without effort. “Why are you helping me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.He put his spoon down slowly, his gaze holding mine. “Let’s just say… You remind me of someone I once knew.”Something in his tone made my stomach tighten. A woman, perha
Chapter 10AliyahI slowly stepped into the golden bathtub, already filled with warm water. The heat wrapped around me like a gentle hug, easing the pain in my body. For the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to just breathe.On the shelves were rows of soaps and oils, neatly arranged like treasures on display. Most of them carried a masculine scent, rich, deep, commanding and almost every single one was stamped with the same name: O. White.I picked one up, rubbed it gently against my skin, and closed my eyes. The fragrance was so luxurious it made me feel like I didn’t belong here, like I had slipped into a life that wasn’t mine.By the time I was done, my skin felt soft, my hair damp, and my soul a little calmer. I reached for a towel to wrap myself in, and my heart skipped. Even the towel was embroidered with his name: O. White.“God,” I whispered under my breath. “Just how rich is this man?” Everything here screamed power and wealth, like the whole world had b
Aliyah Who doesn’t know Oliver White? Everyone in this country, even a newborn baby, knows who Oliver White is.And now it all began to make sense. The beautiful room, the chandelier that sparkled like captured starlight, the soft, expensive sheets that felt like clouds. The quiet power he carried, the way his very presence seemed to command the air around him, it wasn’t ordinary.Oliver White is the richest bachelor in the world. A man who owned seventy percent of the businesses in this country and had his hands in countless more across the globe. A name that carried weight, fear, and admiration. People rarely saw him because he avoided social gatherings, and no photograph of him ever circulated. He was like a ghost wrapped in legend, feared, respected, untouchable.And yet he is here, standing before me, helping me.God… I didn't expect him to be this handsome. His looks alone could silence a room, and now that same man saved me. My chest tightened, my heart hammering like it want
AliyahA sharp pain throbbed in my head, forcing me out of sleep. I groaned, struggling to lift my heavy eyelids. When I finally managed to open them, the brightness from the chandelier above nearly blinded me. I blinked several times before my eyes slowly adjusted.“Where… am I?” I whispered, my voice hoarse.I pushed myself up weakly and looked around, my eyes widening in disbelief.The room was nothing like the darkness of my memories. The room was breathtaking, the walls were painted in soft cream, adorned with elegant golden frames. The chandelier above me sparkled like a thousand stars. Heavy velvet curtains, deep blue in color, draped down from the tall windows and the floor beneath shimmered with polished marble. A large king-sized bed carried me like I was something precious, the sheets smooth and soft against my skin.It was beautiful. Like, very beautiful.“Am I… dead?” I thought to myself. Because this place looked too much like heaven.But reality struck me hard the nex
Aliyah The discharge papers in my hand felt heavier than they should have, like the weight of my broken dreams was folded between them. Every step out of that hospital hurt, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. My legs trembled beneath me, and every jolt of pain reminded me of the baby I had lost… the miracle I had hoped would change everything. Instead, it had all been stolen. By the time I stepped into the sunlit street, I felt like a ghost wandering through a world that had already forgotten me. My phone buzzed. I pulled it out with shaky hands, and I frowned when I saw that it was a message from Liam: "Where are you? Come home now and sign them. Don’t make me wait." Just like that, my chest tightened. No, are you okay? No, I’m sorry, no mention of the child we lost. Just another command. Another reminder that in his eyes, I was nothing. The taxi ride home was silent. I clutched the discharge papers to my chest like they were the last piece of me. My eyes blurred